The tip of the head wins over a large amount of Qi power. Mo Yue gathers the common Qi power of more than 20 people and applies it to the tip of the head of the formation.

Xu Xiaozhang didn't know the depth and was afraid of trouble, so he could only quickly retreat.

Of course, the Qingtian Cultists could not make Xu Xiaozhang come true.

"Tang!"

As soon as this order was released, the head of Xu Xiaozhang, who was originally intended to be here suddenly stopped in place, and the two protruding sides of the triangular array stuck to Xu Xiaozhang's southwest and southeast corners respectively.

Others followed...

The triangle array suddenly turned into a pair of tweezers, pinching Xu Xiaozhang's lifeline.

A little trick of a carving insect.

Xu Xiaozhang snorted coldly, leaned forward slightly, and ignored the blade that was coming, and only put the knife around his waist, bent his body, exerted force with his waist, and slashed forward obliquely.

The wind cuts the thunder and leaves, and a wave of air visible to the naked eye slashes straight forward, directly cutting all the "trunk" personnel of the tweezer array in half.

The wrath of a hero is bloody and flows hundreds of steps.

The knife that had just been snatched was crushed into powder by the domineering Qi in Xu Xiaozhang's body, and disappeared with the smoke of the air.

This is not finished...

After slashing the knife, Xu Xiaozhang's body immediately fell forward, twisting the blade that pierced from both sides of the oblique rear with a tricky gap.

Without the support of Qi delivered by the torso, the sharp knife's momentum could not be formed at all, let alone touching Xu Xiaozhang even a corner of his clothes.

Xu Xiaozhang used his palms as support and exerted a little force on his legs. He turned around in the air and faced the "pliers" that were originally behind.

When the Qingtian Cultists saw this scene, they looked at each other and did not dare to step forward.

There were twenty-two people just now, but the number of people was reduced by half just by Xu Xiaozhang's knife. Even if it was replaced by Jinwu Guard, he would have to hesitate and panic at this time.

Xu Xiaozhang picked up a masterless blade on the ground and looked at the remaining bandits with a smile.

It’s hateful, not only made me suffer an injustice, but also made me lose my beloved knife... Now that I have to pick up some scrap iron.

Xu Xiaozhang smiled with sarcasm and disgust.

But in the eyes of the Qingtian Cultists, Xu Xiaozhang's smile was as terrifying as the grimacing teeth of the Taotie.

Someone blew a whistle, and after a while, another forty people rushed in from the front yard.

Good guy, he actually brought more than 60 people to rob the caravan.

Xu Xiaozhang cursed in his heart, lowered his head and picked up another knife covered with fresh blood.

I don't know if this blood is its owner...

This was destined to be an extraordinary night. About fifty strong men surrounded Xu Xiaozhang one by one, but no one dared to step forward easily.

On the other hand, Xu Xiaozhang had a relaxed expression without any sense of difficulty. Those who didn't know thought he was just passing by here.

"Don't you do it?" Xu Xiaozhang looked around. "It's so boring."

Xu Xiaozhang mocked contemptuously, then his eyes were sharp and he stabbed into the crowd with two swords in his hand.

So, the interweaving of iron and meat, the collision between instruments... one after another.

The whine of the crows is mixed in it...it is extremely terrifying.
Chapter completed!